Uradiance

  Everything depends precisely on how whirling kisses stillness.     A friend who read this asked me, "How?" I said: "Whirl, then be still. Whirl, then be still. Practice this, moment after moment, day after day, decade after decade. Whirl, then be still. Until they are the same. Higher beings live in a world where there is only meditation. Lower beings live in a world where there is only action. We are the lucky ones. We live in a world of opposites, where Gods are born as humans to celebrate the marriage of doing and non-doing.

Good Friday, nearly noon. Why do they call it Good? Because Jesus is passing through the center of the cross, the infinitesimal bindhu between opposites. Because Jesus the poet of silence is passing through the axis of your breathing, passing through the ayin soph to liberate the flesh from every  thought   of left or right, above, below, discovering neutrinos of bliss  in atoms of pain, Selah. Plankton stars in the ocean of blood to feed the behemoth of the coming night. I give you a new law: don't wait until morning. A trillium, three Marys entwined at the root of the Cross. One is nectar, one is menstrual flow,   one is ancient wine. Trembling drops pressed from the stillness of the rose in her cheek upon the white lily of death in his wounded foot. A new commandment I give you: embrace the dark. Receive the gift of tears streaming from the endometrium. Why do they call it Good? Because Jesus...

  I love my ego. In fact, I love all 8 billion of my egos. They are like bubbles of sea foam. A person who tries to flat-line and abolish the ego can be very humorless and dull. Have you hugged your ego today? The ego is no bondage at all, because it only lasts for an instant, responding playfully to this momentary alignment of particles and forms, then vanishing back into the ocean of consciousness. Aphrodite was born from sea-foam. So love is born from the play of consciousness in myriad selves. I need my ego to dance, my little bubble of "I" to fatten and shine the light of "Am." But its not necessary to string these bubbles together on some non-existent thread. The thread is the problem, not the froth. Let 8 billion sparkles of You dance, sing and meditate. Let your ego effervesce and dissolve again and again in laughter, in tears. You really do need an ego if you want to laugh or cry. Then let it die. Birth of Venus by Georges Antoine R...